Rachel and I had our first date half a life ago – Valentines Day, 1986. In the four years we’ve had children, I’ve missed every Valentines Day. I blew it again this week. In honor of my sweet bride, here is a poem:
How My Wife Saves the Day
By Jorn Ake*
My wife says, little brick, wake up.
I make some coffee
and put on my pants
for one more day.
She says, my cow, paper’s here.
I drink my coffee
and spend too much time
on an article about dung beetles.
She says, sweet, backyard’s on fire.
I go outside
and stand in the center.
These are my flowers, I say,
red as they are
they are you.
I am your wife, she says, wave,
wave for my red camera.
*Jorn Ake is the author of a fantastic volume of poetry: Asleep in the Lightning Fields. Jorn is also a photographer. He is one of the few authors to have produced his own cover photograph: